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Colt instantly saw the wet spot on the front of her panties.
“Didn’t you, sweetheart?” He turned her head to peer into her eyes. “Your pussy’s pulsing, isn’t it? You want me to do it again.”
Her tears didn’t match the rest of her reaction. The easy pliancy of her in his arms, the wet spot, the tight pucker of her nipples against her dress. Colt knew her well enough already to know when she was turned on, and this definitely qualified.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Rather than reaching behind her as Colt expected, Drake slapped her lightly between her thighs, more of a tap than anything else. Her eyes shot wide and her knees spread, widening for more. He flipped up her dress in back again and spanked the other cheek, then used a handful of her hair to direct her back toward Colt’s neglected—and extremely hard—dick. She grasped it greedily and licked her lips.
“Think you’d better be a good girl and finish what you started here.” Drake kissed the back of her neck and lifted his gaze to Colt’s. “Or else I’m going to have to take over.”
One of them shivered, possibly both. Colt knew he couldn’t have meant what he’d said. He was just goading her, just amping up the moment to the breaking point. But then she said the words Colt would never, ever forget.
“So go ahead.”
Colt started to object, to laugh it off. There was messing around in bed with a girl between them, there was even that furtive one-time handjob with Beth. But Drake sliding his mouth around him solo, Drake licking his shaft, Drake reaching down to cup his balls…
His cock jerked in Paige’s hand.
“Looks like Colt doesn’t mind that idea.” There was a question there, and Colt could tell from her expression that she was waiting for his cue. It would be his call whether she moved aside or not.
Shit, he was so tired of thinking. Of considering the right moves vs. the wrong, of being careful not to step over any lines.
He wanted to go with his gut. His heart. For once, he just wanted to feel.
“Someone better get sucking my cock soon,” he growled. “Or else I’m going to be one very grumpy asshole.”
“You heard the man,” Paige said, flashing a saucy grin over her shoulder at Drake and scooting out of the way.
Oh fuck.
“Uh-uh. Get back here. There are no rest breaks for you, wench.” Drake tugged on her hand, linking their fingers for a lingering moment. “We’ll do this like we do everything else. Together.”
Colt’s chest tightened and relaxed at the way her face softened. He understood, because the statement hit him the same damn way.
“Okay.” She nodded and glanced at Colt. “Okay?” she asked softly.
They weren’t pushing him into it. He could’ve easily dragged her right back into place and changed the course back to one that was safer. No less hot, but one that he knew.
And then he would never know what it was like to stop being afraid.
He’d never been that guy. He’d always been the fearless one, the one hellraising and living life on his own terms. Somehow he’d stopped doing that and started backing away from the cliff’s edge, always pulling on the reins before taking that jump. A couple of failures did that to a guy, he supposed.
Well, no longer.
“Do it,” he grated.
Paige moved back between his legs and wrapped her hand around him, closing her eyes as she slid her lips over the damp tip. He was dripping steadily now, and the touch of her tongue against the tiny slit was enough to have his hips rocketing off the chair. The jeans tangled around his thighs were making him hot and he shoved at them, needing to lose the constriction. Drake took over, undoing his laces and yanking off his boots before drawing off his jeans and boxer briefs.
All the while, Paige sucked, making those cooing little sounds in her throat that drove Colt insane. The ripples from her throat massaged him all over. Then her hand took up the slack, pumping him at the base. Keeping the intensity high even as the tight clasp of her fingers prevented him from coming too soon.
She lifted her mouth up slowly, letting the wetness from her actions trail between them. Wordlessly, she glanced at Drake and shifted Colt’s cock his way. She didn’t let him go. Didn’t break that link for even a second.
She’d never leave him alone, fumbling through this moment he didn’t fully understand.
Drake moved forward and took hold of Colt’s shaft in a strong grip that made him drop back his head. Their fingers tangled together around his cock, pale skin against darker gold, and added another layer to the illicitness of it all.
Then his mouth lowered, so slowly, as if time itself had suspended. Colt grabbed his seat in both hands to keep from fisting his hair and shoving him down, down, fucking down, but even his stranglehold didn’t prepare him for the blast of heat from his best friend’s mouth. He barely even took him in, just the straining head, applying enough suction to nearly cause Colt’s heart to seize.
